Hitman

The devil might have a hit on me.
There's a fire in his eyes.
But I've got this can of gasoline,
and I'm dying to see if I could put him back in his place.
I'm gonna put him back in his place.

I've got a hot brick in my bed,
I'm gonna beat this cold.
I've got a number in my head,
surprised I made it to be this old.
I'm gonna wash the old spirit from my soul.

Met a man by the flooded lake,
all the secrets that he told.
He knew just what it would take,
and brother I was sold.
I gave up the keys to my tortured soul.

I told him, "it don't matter what you take,
you can have my precious home."
Who knew just what was at stake,
thank god I live alone.
"Cut off my limbs but spare my soul."



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Parker Menear, Griffin Edward Young, Brian Baker Stanley, Ian Andrew Ochs
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